I Possessed As A Childcare Extra Chapter 25

“Things more valuable than this are all over the castle.”

“You’re talking like you’re about to hand me the treasury, sir…”

What he meant was, “Not that it’d be mine anyway. If you’re not giving me a jewel cradle, keep your mouth shut.”

Red eyes turned toward me.

“Already forgot? Your compensation.”

With only half his face lit, Narkis’s white hair and cheek shone brilliantly—like a scene straight out of scripture.

Just how amazing was he planning to make this reward?

My sulking heart suddenly came back to life. My breathing quickened in time with its pounding thumps.

As expected—a blank cheque? Before I could even clamp my mouth shut—

“You’re completely transparent.”

Eyebrows raised as if he had just observed the mysteries of the human body, Narkis added:

“You should practice hiding your expression before I decide not to give you anything.”

Always pulling rank whenever he gets the chance!

“I’ll do my best!”

He was the superior here, so I bowed.

Isn’t the civic revolution here yet? Even if the class system were abolished, we’d still end up in a boss-subordinate dynamic.

O divine god of transmigration, if there’s a next time, please let me be reborn as the son of a rich family. Someone who can distinguish rubies from synthetics at a glance. And please, make me a definite extra.

As I prayed to the unresponsive deity once more, a cool breeze drifted through.

Narkis had opened the window and stepped up onto the sill.

“You’re going out that way?”

He wasn’t an assassin for goodness’ sake.

A calm reply came back.

“You want me to open the door and greet the knights or something?”

“No!!”

At this hour? The ducal heir strolling out of a maid’s room and chatting warmly with the knights?

Without answering, Narkis shifted his body. Still, since he was the young master, I decided to show some courtesy.

“Please be careful, sir.”

Since it seems Freda is targeting you, be on guard.

It must be rough being born as the heir, but you’re a red-diamond spoon—deal with it.

I hope nothing happens to you until you give me my reward.

All those lengthy thoughts, condensed into a single line.

Narkis, who I thought would leave just like that, suddenly froze.

Was he moved? Over something like this? I almost felt embarrassed.

He whipped around.

Eyes wide open, glaring daggers at me, lips clenched like he was holding back anger… It looked like he was appalled.

I didn’t know why, but I decided to apologize.

“……Sor—”

But before I could even finish two syllables, he vanished without a trace. So this is how he chooses to prove he’s related to Leoni.

Did he use magic? Disappearing right before my eyes—was that supposed to be physical ability? At this point, it was teleportation.

I should ask the young lady again whether Narkis is really going to become a Sword Master.

 

 

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Narkis would surely grow up to be a Sword Master—after getting that confirmation, time passed uneventfully.

For three nights, I went to see Freda and did exactly what Narkis ordered.

‘Today, the young master was playing hide-and-seek with the young lady, and when the hem of her dress peeked out from under the table, he pretended not to notice.’

‘When the young master saw the portrait the young lady drew for him, he was at a loss for words, then suggested replacing the one in the corridor with it.’

As I recited things like this, doubt crept in. Was Freda really curious about a childcare diary? What if she got angry and told me to bring something proper?

I worried every moment, but Freda never reacted.

Except when she burst into laughter at, ‘Young Master Leoni said he wanted to play with the young lady too, but was sent flying by Young Master Narkis’s mysterious power.’ Not a single other reaction.

I even wondered if she was listening at all—she just kept smoking.

Then, thud. A piece of jewelry would drop.

On the first day it was a ruby bracelet, then earrings with some unknown gemstone, a pearl necklace, and a shiny silver ring.

That was Freda’s way of saying, “Get lost.”

Once I gathered the jewelry, a maid would grab my arm and drag me out.

And before a day passed, Narkis would confiscate everything.

Between 2:30 and 3:00 in the afternoon.

Knock, knock—always the same steady rhythm.

When I opened the door, Narkis stood there, expressionless.

To make the “slip it into the sleeve” work, his sleeves always fit just right.

I dropped the note and the jewelry into the palm he held out so casually.

Narkis swiftly tucked them away and put on his childcare big brother mask to greet her.

‘Have you been well, Edel.’

He never said a word about the condition of the jewelry he took, or when he would return it. Useless jerk.

And so, today—two days before the council meeting.

I’d slept enough, eaten properly, and even topped up on sweets, yet I felt horribly down.

Was my romance-sense dulling?

For a moment I blamed myself, but in reality, no one can predict the future.

Besides, she was the “fated partner” chosen by the original story.

“We meet my daughter in a place like this.”

It was only natural that the young lady, greeting the crowd of retainers pushing in, would run into Freda.